Chapter XVIII
Pigments of the Past
WENDY walked slowly toward his bed. Her eyes were watering again. There were bandages all over his body—on his hand, on his head, his other arm was even on cast. She couldn’t help but to sob when she saw the damage the g**g had made to him. And suddenly, seeing Kaiser as helpless as he looked hit a sensitive memory in her.
“Miss, we have to go. We have to hurry.” Wendy heard the urgency in her body guard’s voice. Mirra checked the weapons she had on her sides before she looked at Wendy’s direction. Mirra was just ten years older than her. She was still so young and beautiful. But she chose a different life. The girl loved action. And amidst young age, she was able to get Alessandro Kirst’s trust that he entrusted his one and only child
